Friday 27 February 2015

Aadhi Raat




Aadhi  raat guzri hai
Aadha din baaki hai
Reshamo ki deewarein
Sar pe chatt khaaki hai

chaand ko mehmaan bana ,
shab bhar ko maangi raunakein..
jo hai behis , ehsaas se aari..
yu usko raat siyaah ki hai..

Kuch anchui takdeerein
Aur besudh si yaadein hain
Kabhi aks ka dhundalka
Kabhi yaad hi tabaah ki hai

Kyu main hi hu mutasir
Taariq (dark/darkness) raahon me dhundti chirag..!
Kahani kuch sapne, 
aur ek gunaah ki hai

Monday 23 February 2015

Sleepless saturday



Jab koi zubaa na asar paae
Hum dua ki zubaa par utar aae
Chalo ye bhi aazmaate hain
Ab kal purzo ka chod ke daman
Vishwaas pe daanv lagate hain

Wednesday 18 February 2015

A new me !! With love !

Wenever i leAve places i feel An intense urge to go back nd once again see wot is alteady seen ! Hear whAt is already heard , smell what is familiar ! A kind of string i feel attached to such places ... Places those are less luxurious , places those are normal, usual, ordinary , sober, level-headed... Places where people are plainspoken , familiar , pure , rude at times but honest and as good as one's words !
This string keeps me hook up and as and when i leave places and move to a new ones this cord seems to be stretching to an immeasurable extent , Till all the such new places...
Some part of me still settled in the old places , interacts with the new one and thus all the old and new me mingle and makes a new me ! Which is somehow more exotic , more humane, more grateful and beholden  towards that mighty God and more enlighten and acquaint !

- for you - jaipur , kashmir and lucknow
With love ! 

slavery is imporant !





A poets heart should never be in control.. Slavery is important somehow and is required to find out all the deep , profound wells of emotions and then it gives enough scope for finding your own limits of tolerance and forbearance ; history is the evidence !
Slavery picks out the best  in a person ! All the experiences i get , all the people i met , i be all myself , surrender myself to my heart , in return i get lots of love and in fact the jerks as well but in the end i am happy that i did what i wanted and this slavery made me do things which i could have not found justified as per the opinion of my inner self , that preaches all the time about what is evil and what is virtue !  What is wrong and what is right ! Keeps warning me from trespassing !!
I became "this" now and i m happy as i m capable enough now to handle myself in things , for which i used to seek "help" ! This slavery made me tough and strong ! This made me a poet in its own way ! It gave me words and i converted them into a theatre on paper.
When i work in my kitchen and do the work which does not require much of mind to be involved in it ,all my wayward thoughts create the best poetry out of this inattention!
When my heart is skipping all around the world and not welcoming any chains of control whose binds are made up of righteousness , saintliness , ethics ,  loyalty , secrets, ; my mind collects all the thoughts and frame them into all verses and stories i could have never ever expected myself able to imagine and write ever !! 
This servitude is amazing ! 
Its a release and a kind of emancipation in its own way !! 
This is just glorious and lovely ! :)